Chapter 44: Pixelated Birds
Logan had washed the dye out of his hair. It was a good thing it wasn't permanent, if Charlie would've seen it she would've went nuts. Probably would've taken pictures and sent them to everyone she knew. Full of relief, Logan towel dried his hair vigorously and walked into the one of the lower level rooms. He rubbed at his scalp with his fingers and looked at them to make sure no more pink was in his hair. When he was finally satisfied, he swung the towel over his shoulder and shook his head to get the remnants of water.
"You looked good with pink." Alyce smiled, looking over her shoulder to Logan. He didn't answer with words but a short huff instead. "You really did." Alyce crossed her arms over her chest and looked back to what was in front of her. There, laying down on a infirmary cot, was Emma Frost. A glass wall surrounded her and the hum of machines could be heard and felt through the glass. Jean had cleaned up the blood from her face and tied her hair back. Even unconscious Emma still looked like a bitch.
"What's going to happen?" Alyce asked, knowing well that Logan could hear her. She glanced to the side at Logan. He grabbed the towel from his shoulder and held it tight.
"No idea, kid. What we're more worried about is fixing up the side of the school."
Alyce chuckled. "Did you forget about my powers? My father and I fixed up the side of the Mansion hours ago."
"But it wasn't night time." Logan raised an eyebrow in question. He knew Alyce's father for years, he would know about his powers. Perhaps even better than Alyce knew. Logan gave Alyce a stern glare which caused her to laugh.
"The clouds--" She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to not laugh at Logan's serious face. He really didn't look so intimidating with a head full of wet, dripping hair. "--it rained, the sky got dark."
Logan let out a huff. "Should've thought of that. There's no way you could've pulled of something like that." This time, it was Logan trying to hide the smile from his face. Alyce murmured something and turned on her heel, sitting in a nearby chair. "I was joking, kid. Lighten up."
"Oh, I'm lit up, Logan. I'm just more frustrated on what's going to happen with Emma." Alyce formed an L with her hand and stuck it toward Emma. Bang Bang, Alyce mouthed. Logan rolled his eyes at the teen.
"What do you mean what's going to happen? She's going to get fired."
"It's never that easy. Aren't you old enough to know things don't work out so peachy?" Alyce, noticing Logan's annoyed look, picked her hands up in defense. "You know what I mean. Look what happened a few months ago. You're really going to say that what's happened with Emma is officially done?"
Logan plopped the towel back over his shoulder and shook his head from side to side. "You got a lot to learn, kid."
"Well...they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks....I guess they were right."
"Hey!" Logan growled. "Watch it." He pointed a finger at Alyce, wiggling it. The international sign for; "Stop your shit." But Alyce let out a laugh and did the same gesture. This girl had really left her shell since she first came here. He remembered the quiet girl who never spoke a word. She still was like that now but in some instances, much like now, she was anything but. While Alyce giggled, Logan swiftly made his way toward her. He flattened out his palm and swished it through the air.
His intention?
A smack.
Before his hand landed on Alyce's head she had moved out of the way. She hopped out of his reach and smiled. "Now that, is just foul."
"If your parents aren't going to give you a smack of sense then someone has too...."
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Jean Grey noticed something. As she walked throughout the school this something grew more and more obvious.
Everything was back to normal.
The kids who had been friends, turned enemies, were now chatting together. Laughing, joking around, having a good time. Bobby Drake had come to his senses when he woke up and had been in his room the entire time since they got back What he was doing, Jean didn't know, but she knew he was going to be ok. Santo and Cessily had gone back to their normal selves, even apologizing to everyone they had fought ( and beat up).
There was no more animosity. It felt nice to walk down the halls and not have to worry about breaking up a fight or solving an argument. But what would happen when Emma woke up from her slumber? Would she try to take control of everyone's mind again? Would her three "daughters" try to pick up where their "mother" left off? Jean walked passed the day room, spotting the three Cuckoo's playing foosball.
Jean leaned on the door frame, a smile on her face. The three identical girls laughed as Remy ran around the table and tried his best to take on the three. It looked like he was loosing and it was more obvious when he raised his hands up in the air and pretended to faint. Rogue, giggling, rushed to his side and helped him up. The two kissed each other quickly and Remy went back to the challenge, Rogue right by his side.
Jean hoped that this would last. The happiness between everyone. The loving relationship everyone had with each other. The Professor had reassured her that everything would remain the same. But she knew better. Emma Frost was a sneaky woman and if she wasn't planning something in her sleep, she was going to plan something as soon as she woke up. Or did she already have something up her sleeve? Trying her best to push the thought out of her mind, Jean continued to walk through the Mansion. Was it really over? As quickly as all of this had happened, was it really finished? Did Emma feel satisfied?
Jean shook her head to herself. No. Emma couldn't be satisfied. Not when she got beaten to a bloody pulp and almost left for dead. This was just the tip of the ice berg for Emma. Jean didn't know her so well, but from what she had observed she knew Emma wasn't done. Jean wasn't going to let her pull the carpet out of everyone's feet, not again. Jean knew, with her responsibility of taking care of the kids, that she had to find out what was next in Emma's plan. Jean wasn't going to stop until she felt everyone was safe. Jean Grey knew what she had to do. She was going to be daring, she was going to be the dare devil. She was going to risk everything she had to dive into Emma's mind....and hopefully live to tell about it.
She had to.
